Love is the Monday mornings when you don't want to get out of bed and go to school. Love is the Wednesday afternoon when you're stressed over an assignment and life in general. Love is 11:23 am when you're only just awake. Love is 9:58 pm when you hate yourself and wish you were dead. Love is the boy with the broken family but a bright smile. Love is the girl who gets a 93% average on all her exams. Love is when you're 13 and have a crush on the neighbour across the street. Love is when you're 78 and are still dazzled by your lover's smile. Love is when you're 16 and your body is just starting to develop. Love is when you're 78 and all your teeth have fallen out.  Love is the Muslim boy who doesn't understand why he's feeling a certain way. Love is the female atheist who is just starting to believe. Love is the Iranian girl who sees herself growing old with the Caucasian from her school. Love is the Algerian boy who sees his future in the eyes of the Italian girl he met in a coffee shop. Love is strong. Love is powerful. Love is limitless.